After returning to the East Palace, Yuan Liyue was arranged by Yuan Xiaoming next door and quickly invited the doctor to come over. This is the doctor she raised herself, which is safe and reliable.

After taking Yuan Liyue's pulse, the doctor said, "The princess caught a cold and then had a high fever. If the fever subsides, it's enough to take medicine for a while. However, the princess is weaker, so she should pay more attention to her usual diet."

Yuan Xiaoming listened carefully, "Yes, I've recorded it."

The doctor went out to get medicine, and Yuan Xiaoming Suling ordered: "Go, pick two palace maids with clean backgrounds from the Eastern Palace to serve Li Yue. There is no need to be too many, just two, just be loyal."

"Yes, the slave will go now."

Su Ling hurried out and quickly brought two little girls back. However, she looked like she was eleven or twelve years old. Seeing her clean and clever life, Yuan Xiaoming was very satisfied, "Do you two have names?"

Su Ling shook her head: "These two have just been sent to the palace. The slaves stayed there when they saw each other's favor and had not had time to name them."

"The older one is called Jie Xia, and your name is Zhi Qiu, and you will call it that from now on."

Jie Xia and Zhiqiu knelt down and kowtowed: "I thank Your Highness for your name."

"You will be responsible for serving Riyue in the future. She is your master. You should put her first in everything. Do you know? If you encounter something that cannot be solved, come to this palace."

"Yes, I obey the order."

Yuan Xiaoming nodded: "Go and ask the kitchen to prepare some sweet soup. Li Yue will feel bitter after drinking the medicine later."

Zuo Yu couldn't help but whisper: "You are still thinking about the hardships of others, so you can't look at your hands?"

As he said that, he also pointedly looked at Feng Lan who was sitting there drinking tea. What about the best medicine? What about the medicine?

Feng Lan was hinted by him for a long time before slowly taking out a small round bottle from her clothes. Zuo Yu was a little surprised. Where did such a flat clothes come out?

Although I don’t understand it, it can be attributed to the magical powers of the national teacher!

Zuo Yu comforted himself like this, reached out to take the medicine from Feng Lan, bowed and said respectfully: "Thank you for giving the medicine to the national master!"

Feng Lan looked at him with a smile: "It should be, I have something to do, so I won't bother you anymore. You can give the princess medicine."

Yuan Xiaoming stood up, "Is the national tutor leaving? Will I send him to the national tutor?"

Feng Lan: "No need."

He strode into the wind and snow in thin white clothes, slowly disappearing.

Yuan Xiaoming withdrew his gaze and saw Zuo Yu standing beside him, pointing to a palace maid: "Please go and make a basin of water. It's hotter, and then get some gauze and a clean veil."

"yes."

The palace maid quickly brought the things over. Zuo Yu took Yuan Xiaoming to sit on the couch, half-kneeled on the ground, holding her hand with a wet and hot veil to clean her wounds bit by bit.

Yuan Xiaoming looked at him with his eyes down. Zuo Yu's hands were very white and long. He had been writing ink since he was a child. There were not many calluses on his hands, and it looked better than his own.

"Does it hurt?"

Zuo Yu didn't dare to use force when he started, and he squeezed the handkerchief into a corner, one by one, one by one, one by one.

Yuan Xiaoming shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, you don't have to be so careful."

"But I think it hurts."

Zuo Yu blurted out, then held her hand and blew it, and continued to wipe it. When the handkerchief was cold, it put it in the water to warm it up.

Yuan Xiaoming's heart was slightly warm, and he let him do it, "Thank you, Ayu."

Zuo Yu's ear tips turned slightly red, and he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!